Page 89 of Unexpected Love
I find my feet and rise over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. This precious woman, solid as a rock. Not worried for herself at all.
“They’re fine.”
“The asshole?”
I shake my head. “Once he’s cleared by the doctors, he’s got a one-way ticket to jail.”
Her good eye closes, and the tear slips off its perch, leaving a trail of wetness behind as it races to her hair. I swipe it away with the brush of my knuckle.
“There’s no telling what he would’ve done, Cal. He was half crazed,” she says, her voice muffled behind the oxygen mask.
I watch as I smooth a hand over the mess of her hair. I can’t get enough of the feel of her. I need to touch her and make sure she’s okay like I need oxygen to breathe. “He didn’t get a chance, thanks to you.”
“Yeah, well.” Her eyes close in exhaustion, but a smile tugs up one corner of her mouth, the side that’s not beaten and black and blue. “Guess all those years of fighting with my brothers came in handy today.”
Finally, dread and worry and fear are replaced with hope.
“Thank you for saving them,” I say. “And remind me to thank your brothers for teaching you how to fight.”
A crew of nurses files in. “All right. Whaddaya say, let’s go remove some lead.” The lead nurse smiles at Jules, then turns her attention to me. “Are you hers?”
I’m still wearing my bunker gear, covered in soot, and no doubt smell like a fire. “Yeah, he’s mine,” Jules says.
A tight ball of emotion explodes in my chest. Earlier in the day, I’d told her I love her. I caught myself by surprisewhen I said the words. It was the exact wrong time, I realized too late. I should’ve been looking into her eyes when I said them the first time.
I bend over her and kiss her forehead. Looking deep into her eyes, promising her the world once we clear this final hurdle.
“I love you.” The words come unbidden from the deepest part of my heart. Right and true.
Her IV-laden hand cups my cheek as she gazes back at me. Light shines in her eyes, reflecting my love back to me. “I love you too.”
Epilogue
Cal
Jules cries out in ecstasy. “I’m so close.”
She’s bent over the back of the chair in the den, skirt flipped up over her round ass, shirt and bra pushed up so I have access to her glorious tits.
My shirt is somewhere across the room where she ripped it off me, and my pants are around my ankles as I drive into her.
We took advantage of Charlie’s afternoon nap to get a quickie in between the shop’s downtime and when she’s scheduled to wake. I knew exactly what was up when I saw Jules throw the lock and flip the front door sign to the one that announces she’ll be right back. She’d barely stepped foot into the apartment, and we were all over each other.
Didn’t even make it to the bedroom. And now, the sight of my dick sinking in and out of her is nearly enough to put me over the edge.
I pull her up against my chest with a hand around her throat. My other hand falls to the bud that will send her over the edge. “You can take more,” I growl, knowing howmuch she loves it when I say the words. “Don’t fucking come.”
She tightens around me, and my hand closes around her slim throat at the sensation. My balls draw up tight as the explosion builds at the base of my spine.
I push her back down to the chair and grip her hip, driving both of us to the edge of oblivion. One swipe of my thumb across her clit, and she explodes, taking me with her as I bury myself deep and feel her pulse around my cock.
I let go on a curse. “Fuck.”
“Fuck,” a tiny little-girl voice parrots behind me.
“Jesus Christ,” I shout.
“Oh my god,” Jules yells.
